Wednesday, November 14, 2018


I go through spells-
My body screams and moans at times,
at other's  my heart yells-
there's pain in every cell.
I keep no secrets from you,
I go through spells.

I still have dreams-
In which I twist and writhe, until it seems 
that I must die, 
undoubtedly I have arrived at the Gates of Hell.
I can't deny, even to myself,
I go through spells.

But I have hopes-
That someday I'll arise, and when opening my eyes,
painless, blue and sunny skies will greet my days.
Though I say this with conviction, I know the lie I tell.
There's no escaping from it, 
I go through spells.

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